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I spend my days Like living pay check to pay check Waiting to wake in the morning And waiting to leave when it’s dusk The old rabbit is still alive Grumpy and with cataracts If he dies this year, maybe I’ll grow up Under my paid rooftop My time passes with checkups as bench marks Trickling closer by the generation Clinic reports and hospice visits Everyone seems to need it And there’s in a limbo between my first internship And my sister’s first job Where we’re put up for auction for LinkedIn stuffing and summer money I mourn the heralding of a driver’s license And the distant battle for the car For my father loathes to see a dent But my mother cannot walk far But can’t I dream Sandcastles in the backseat Just one ride longer Before I’m the chauffeur in the rainfall For the rabbit grows old And the dog is next And my childhood is laid to rest
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Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 5:25 AM UTC
Deck Pitch for a Shut-ins Plead Case
I spend my days Like living pay check to pay check Waiting to wake in the morning And waiting to leave when it’s dusk The old rabbit is still alive Grumpy and with cataracts If he dies this year, maybe I’ll grow up Under my paid rooftop My time passes with checkups as bench marks Trickling closer by the generation Clinic reports and hospice visits Everyone seems to need it And there’s in a limbo between my first internship And my sister’s first job Where we’re put up for auction for LinkedIn stuffing and summer money I mourn the heralding of a driver’s license And the distant battle for the car For my father loathes to see a dent But my mother cannot walk far But can’t I dream Sandcastles in the backseat Just one ride longer Before I’m the chauffeur in the rainfall For the rabbit grows old And the dog is next And my childhood is laid to rest
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Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 5:25 AM UTC
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